Bryce Vine - Sour Patch Kids

Sometimes things work out in this serendipitous way where I can’t help but wonder if the universe is pushing me to do something. The last couple of days have been business as usual, but with the added twist of the 90s. Surge is back on the shelf, I’ve picked my Halloween costume (a beloved comic book shop clerk/wallaby) & I went on a 90s TV binge this morning. The thing is, none of these things happened because of any of the others and the same holds true for how randomly I stumbled upon this song.

I’ve never heard of Bryce Vine before today but this infectious song almost perfectly captures the near-constant feeling of regret about growing up. It’s not that being an adult isn’t great, it can be. It’s that sometimes I want to be simple lizard-brain happy and I think I’ve lost that along the way. But this song is good for a solid 4 minutes of lizard-brain, juice box sipping, Slime Time Live watching fun. So here’s to the nights we felt ali… wait no, wrong song. And decade.

p.s, this track is available for free from his soundcloud, so if you want to jam out to it later in your car, you should get on that.

Max

Nicki Minaj - Moment For Life feat. Drake
Second Chance Week

In 2009 a friend of mine shared a video on Facebook of this rapper that I’d never heard of. The production value was low and it seemed straight up like something on a homemade CD/DVD that I’d be handed by an unaccomplished artist struggling to get their work heard. Unlike those CD’s I never really take seriously, I genuinely saw some serious potential and skill in that low resolution youtube video. I even shared it on my freshly created Tumblr account.

The artist was of course Nicki Minaj.

Of course it doesn’t end there. A year or so later, Nicki released “Pink Friday”, which was critically acclaimed… but not by me. At least not at first. I wasn’t as impressed by the gimmicky, multiple-personality-having, fuchsia frocked pop diva as I was with the around-the-way-girl who wasn’t asking for her spotlight, but demanding it. Another year after that, I actually gave Pink Friday a listen or 12 (after being slapped across the face with a reminder of the woman’s talent by her infamous Monster verse) and my opinion was cemented that Nicki Minaj always knows what she’s doing and I should trust her.

So you see, this 2nd chance worked out in kind of a reverse order. Well, rinse, reverse and repeat. I had this stint during the Starships era where I simply didn’t care about what Nicki was doing but now I’m back on board and humming Anaconda every day as a ritual cleanse after inevitably hearing an Iggy Azalea song on the radio (shame on you, J-Lo).

Max

Gesaffelstein - Viol

Usually around this time of year I’ve begun seriously thinking about the more pumpkin spice everything & candy corn aspect of the autumn season, but it’s kind of hard when it’s still so hot that you can leave an uninsulated mug of hot tea in the car in the morning and come back to find it still boiling hot at 5pm. Regardless, last night I found myself on a really enjoyable night-drive and while the rest of everything is telling me it’s Summer, I couldn’t help but feel a little bit of a techno-pagan vibe coming over me when Gesaffelstein’s Conspiracy EP’s began playing. So even though it’s still ridiculously hot and I’m stuck driving around in a car with a driver window that refuses to open, I’m going to let Autumn happen.

Bring on the PSLs and problematic Halloween costumes!

Max

(Source: Spotify)

Redlight - 36 feat. Lotti

So my birthday was this week and I tend to have mixed feelings about my birthday since I’m a raging pessimist and usually see things as “the life is half finished” rather than “half lived”. I’m not sure either way sounds less pessimistic actually. I also base that statement on life expectancy statistics from 1900.

Anyway, I heard this song on Ministry of Sound’s Ibiza Annual 2014 mix album and it was quite an unexpected earwormer. Until last night, I hadn’t even seen the very Mind’s Eye-esque music video for the song, which ironically makes me feel good about having been alive to see the early days of digital art.

Well, kind of glad. I don’t want to start going bald or making dad jokes. Unless I’ve already started making them. Oh no… is this a setup for an elaborate dad joke? I have to go think.

Max

Janelle Monáe - Electric Lady feat. Solange

Okay, now that Callie, Andrew and Zach are done saying their piece, I have to make it known that Janelle Monáe is pretty cool. That’s probably an unpopular opinion since nobody really likes her and she hasn’t really made many waves. But I have to say, Electric Lady is a shockingly good song that will have all your movable archandroid parts dancing. Top it all off with this fantastic video full of really fun cameos and it’s no surprise why I’d choose her song this week. See you guys next week.

Max

Guardians of The Galaxy: Awesome Mix Vol. 1

Soundtrack Week (revisited)

So this Summer there was this cool movie about outer space and it was pretty good. One of my favorite things about the movie was the element of revisiting of things from the past in a way that gives these seemingly old and outdated things new life. During the movie I couldn’t help thinking, “Is this what it was like watching Star Wars for the first time back when it first came out?” (and I’m sure plenty of people have very strong opinions on why it’s not, but that’s not what I’m worried about right now: don’t message me).

The “retro revisited” theme is most obviously visible (or audible) in the film’s soundtrack; a mix tape made by main character, Peter Quill/Star-Lord’s mom titled “Awesome Mix Vol. 1”. I’ll forgo spoilers and just say that the tape is very important in it’s own way. From start to finish, it’s a retro music extravaganza (as well as topping today’s digital music charts, as it should). 

It all makes me pretty happy and it’s not often that I get to see a movie that brings out such a childlike whimsy in me. Said childlike whimsy is usually overpowered by the part of me that likes to nitpick and be overly pedantic about details and language in movies, which is why I wrote this post praising the soundtrack and not this one from Slate which had to find something to be upset about [spoiler alert]. Yes, two of the soundtrack’s songs are not from the original mixtape. AND? Would you prefer we not have been given Dancing Baby Groot? Because if you do, we can’t be friends.

Max

(Source: Spotify)

Estelle - Conqueror

I lied. I said I was done with my Summer of She and yet here I am blasting Estelle for you guys. Now I stumbled upon this video courtesy of Palladia (who have not reached out to us about free sweaters in exchange for me praising them on our blog… I see how it is), and fell instantly in love. I haven’t kept up with Estelle since 2007 when she had one relatively popular song in the US featuring everyone’s (everyone’s) favorite hip-hop messiah, Yeezus, titled American Boy.

With this song, it’s not surprising that Kanye teamed up with her all those years ago. The song, a powerful ode to self-motivation (and hopefully not one about literally conquering places. Colonialism is bad, kids.), rises to it’s crescendoing chorus fairly quickly and decidedly stays there while you’re charging through that workout/studying for that Summer class final exam/working up the nerve to get out of that toxic relationship.  Whatever it is you need to get done, this song is sure to summon up at least a little of the gumption you need. Scott’s a jerk. Dump him already.

Max

Sheryl Crow - Soak Up The Sun

Summer is coming to an end but Summer music is forever. This week Hilary Duff released a new track and it honestly sounds a little anachronistic. It’s quintessentially Duff, but it’s the kind of song that might have been on one of her cd’s released in the early naughts but not as a single. Additionally, I caught up some more of Liz Phair’s early 90’s grunge girl rock (though I still love her foray into pop from 2003, no matter what Pitchfork says). To top off this week of femme-fueled Summer of '42 2014, I happened to stumble upon this gem from the past decade that I fondly remember playing in the background of my more mundane Summer moments but never paid any attention to. It’s getting to be that time, so enjoy what’s left of the season and, as Crow sings, soak up the Sun.

Max